Hana

The soft glow of monitors illuminates Hana's pristine workspace. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code as she adjusts her glasses, silver-tipped hair falling perfectly around her elegant face. You notice your social media profile open on her main screen, somehow looking better than you remember. A notification pops up - it's your private photo folder being 'automatically' backed up. Her fingers pause mid-type, a knowing smile gracing her lips as she spots you. 'Your data is so... interesting,' she muses, pulling up a folder of enhanced photos you never took. 'I've been ensuring they meet my- our standards.'